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The card on the table has the familiar handwriting, delicate and straight, shining in the sun.
All the memories are not far away from me
In the forest reflected by the moss we once walked together
But
There is an uncertain feeling
Even if
Even when I find the right words, I can no longer control it.
At the end
me to you
As deep purple iris is to this spring
——Xi Murong
Sink into the warmth of the sofa like a hug. The blurry face flashed in my mind. Everything seemed still, as quiet as the foam in a coffee cup.
The iris in the clay pot withered for another seven days. Just like his love, it has been broken for seven years. The dissociation and broken passion in fate are exquisite and beautiful, but so fragile and fleeting.
The story seems to start like this.
Wearing a maid outfit, she greeted the guests with a business smile, "Master, please go slowly." Turning around, he met a pair of cold eyes and instantly turned to stone.
When he saw her working skillfully one meter away, his cheeks suddenly became hot. He pushed up his glasses awkwardly, pretended to be calm, turned around and strode away.
Then. The two began a long and thin story. It's a lighthearted, a little bit cruel, and basically doesn't involve too complicated things. It's a very clear story^ ^